The Splatter Burn

Nervous energy.

People feed off of it.

I am not people.

Which is a shame, since lately I’ve been infested with the crap.

As I continue to heal from the loss of my best friend, I keep searching for that internal fire to spur me forward.

Yeah, well, this mess in my head ain’t it.

Hot-oil splatter is what I’ve got.

What the heck are you supposed to do with that? (Other than yelp and run for your mommy?)

Until tomorrow…


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